Monday, May 10.—I went forward to Clonmell, the pleasantest town, beyond all comparison, which I have yet seen in Ireland. It has four broad, straight streets of well-built
houses, which cross each other in the center of the town. Close to the walls, on the south
side, runs a broad, clear river. Beyond this rises a green and fruitful mountain, and hangs
over the town. The vale runs many miles both east and west, and is well cultivated
throughout.
I preached at five in a large loft, capable of containing five or six hundred people. But it was not full, many being afraid of its falling, as another did some years before; by which several of the hearers were much hurt, and one so bruised that she died in a few days.
The Journal of John Wesley
I preached at five in a large loft, capable of containing five or six hundred people. But it was not full, many being afraid of its falling, as another did some years before; by which several of the hearers were much hurt, and one so bruised that she died in a few days.
The Journal of John Wesley
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